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Chapter 600: The Grand Palace Master Has a Big Event

The East China Sea is vast and boundless.

One after another, the shocking and furious waves came in violently, hitting the sea cliff fiercely. The tide raised was more than ten feet high, and it roared like the earth was shattering.

And in the distance, a sea wave like a huge thunder swept in like thousands of troops.

Screaming.

Neighing.

The wild tide crashed onto the cliff.

The hundreds of miles of coast are like golden bells ringing together, sonorous and sonorous.

If you are an inland person who has never seen the East China Sea and comes to Qincheng for the first time, you will definitely be frightened by the raging waves.

At this time, many piano players in Fengming Qin Club were watching Feng Qingyan. Seeing the huge waves approaching, they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Afraid of being swept away by the terrifying wave.

On the rolling sea, Feng Qingyan sat suspended in the air, quietly watching the hanging cliff below Qincheng.

He sat for several hours, motionless during this period, like a wood carving and clay sculpture, attracting more and more lute players and scholars to watch.

When the sun goes down.

The five palace masters of Qin City, as well as many Qin Lords from Jiude Palace, also noticed Feng Qingyan's behavior of sitting at the sea and watching Qin.

"The saint is watching the piano?"

You Qinjun looked at Feng Qingyan in the angry sea, and said with some astonishment, "Although the hanging cliff under Qin City does look a bit like a lyre, it has already been confirmed that it is not a lyre..."

"The harp that the saint is looking at is not necessarily a hanging cliff, nor is it necessarily a lyre."

A middle-aged Qinjun said that he was none other than Dayu Qinjun. He once witnessed with his own eyes the three conferments of sainthood and taking photos, causing hundreds of people to break through at the same time.

This is definitely a glorious moment in the history of piano.

It can leave a name for eternity.

"Our Qin City is a Qin, and the thousands of Qin players in our Qin City are Qins. The sounds of the Qin Saints left over from ancient times are also Qins." Dayu Qinjun said after a while, "In my Qin City, every plant and tree,

Every mountain and stone is integrated with Qin, and everything in Qin City is not Qin. The years flowing in Qin City are also Qin..."

All the Qin Masters nodded when they heard this.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable to say that Guanqin is a saint.

Under night.

The lights of Qin City are bright, and in the towers and pavilions everywhere, groups of Qin players can be seen, either talking loudly or playing the Qin and listening...

The strips are high or low, scattered and scattered on the streets, with people coming and going.

Very lively.

At this time, all the qin players of Fengming Qin Society were scattered throughout Qin City, either listening to the qin in the building, studying the qin in the pavilion, or discussing the qin in the pavilion.

In Qin City.

Regardless of the level of the qin player, all players can sit together to listen to the qin, discuss the qin, and also ask for advice from those with high levels of qin.

Therefore, many young heroes in Qin City came to Jian Yage and Mu Yu to discuss Qin.

Jian Yage and Mu Yu did not refuse either.

After all, in addition to participating in Ziyaqin's Qinjun celebration, they came to Qincheng for another purpose: to learn the piano.

Mu Yu has been stuck in the five-pin Qin phase for a long time.

She needs to break through.

Maybe Qincheng is her chance.

in a blink.

One night passed.

During this night, there were qin players who stayed up all night in the pavilion to play the qin, and there were also literati who were watching Feng Qingyan sitting in the rolling East Sea.

If Jian Yage and Mu Yu attracted most of the young male qin players in Qin City, then Feng Qingyan and Helianshan attracted a large number of young women.

Come in these two days.

Many young women in Qincheng are very excited about love.

In fact, both Feng Qingyan and Helian Shan are rare handsome men in the world. Although Helian Shan is not as good as him, he is also a rare gentleman in the world...

In the whole world.

Now the reputation of Helian Mountain is greater than that of Qin Jun in Qin City.

"The grace of being a saint is indeed unmatched by anyone in the world. There is a man like this..."

On a cliff in Qincheng, several young women were watching the figure in white sitting in the angry sea. At this time, the sun was rising from the sea in the east, and the sunlight shone on the figure in white, seeming to be filled with layers of golden glow.



It's like a god descending from heaven.

"Hehe, Miss Lan is in love?"

A girl laughed.

At this time, the girl known as Miss Lan, who was only in her prime, with a typical melon-seed face, withdrew her gaze to look at the East China Sea, then smiled and said: "Yes, such a handsome and unparalleled man, what girl in the world

If you don't have a heart, Lan is just an ordinary little girl in this world. If you have a husband like this, what else can you ask for?"

The girls' eyes widened.

It seems that they didn't expect that Miss Lan would be so bold as to say it directly in front of them.

In fact, who among them is not tempted?

I just had the nerve to say it.

Moreover, there is a huge difference in terms of identity and status. Also, which one of Jian Yage and Mu Yu beside Feng Sheng is not a hundred times better than them?

Especially that Jian Yage.

Is there any other woman in this world who can compare with her?

"Miss Lan, it's time to go."

Not long after, a girl called out softly, after all, she had been watching for a long time.

"I'll watch it for a while." Miss Lan shook her head and whispered: "I'm afraid if I don't watch it now, I won't have the chance to watch it in the future. Such grace and magnificence are worthy of my heart, Dong Gonglan..."

"Miss Lan, what are you talking about?"

The girls couldn't hear clearly and asked.

"Nothing said."

Donggonglan Road.

"Miss Lan, aren't you afraid that after seeing you become a saint, no man will ever come into your eyes again?"

A girl said.

"It's no longer a question of whether to be afraid or not, it's not a matter of fear."

Donggonglan Road.

Now in her eyes, there is only one man left who canonize, so where can other men come from?

"ah--"

Several girls exclaimed and looked at each other in confusion. Has Miss Lan fallen in love with Feng Sheng?

Isn't this too fast?

Although they already knew that Miss Lan had long admired the canonization and wished she could fly to Burial Mountain...

but--

These are two different things.

If Feng Sheng had not come to Qincheng, if Miss Lan had not met Feng Sheng, perhaps Miss Lan was just admiring her and would not have fallen in love instantly.

Among women in the world, there has long been a saying:

Once you encounter canonization, you will be mistaken for life.

Miss Lan doesn’t know how to...

At this time, they couldn't help but become a little worried, fearing that Miss Lan would sink too deep and miss her own life.

"Miss Lan, it's time to go."

"Miss Lan, it's time to go."

"I'll watch it for a while."

"I'll watch it for a while."



I don’t know when.

Dong Gonglan was the only one left on the cliff.

When the sun went down, she went back with Qin in her arms and came to the garden behind the palace at the highest point of Qin City.

In the garden, an old man with white hair was watering the flowers. When he saw Dong Gong Lan approaching, he smiled and said, "Xiao Lan, I see you frowning, but what happened?"

"Father Wang, Xiaolan has indeed encountered something big."

Donggonglan Road.

"What's the big deal?"

The white-haired old man shook his head and smiled, then said: "Then tell your father the king and see what the big deal is?"

"Father Wang, I'm afraid Xiaolan has fallen in love with Feng Sheng."

Donggonglan Road.

boom--

The wooden spoon in the white-haired old man's hand fell, his eyes widened slightly, his breathing became a little heavy, and he said: "This is indeed a big deal."

This white-haired old man.

He is the lord of the Grand Palace of Qin City and the nominal lord of Qin City. He represents the highest level of Qin City and the highest level of Qin players in the world.

At this time, he was in trouble.






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